Tip Toe (Explicit)
Sheff G, Sleepy Hallow"Tip Toe (Explicit)" là bài hát của Sheff G, Sleepy Hallow, 2020, Pop. Thời lượng 2:56, 80 lines / 691 words.
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0:00Ayy, uh
0:02Wait, wait, uh
0:04Wait, wait, wait, wait
0:06Hol' on, hol' on
0:11(Great John on the beat by the way, tip toe)
0:11Tip toe, hol' on
0:13Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, huh
0:15Tip toe (Wait, wait), pockets on fat like a hippo (Hol' on)
0:17I turn your wife to a widow (Yeah)
0:19Bro just got blood on his new coat (That's a fact)
0:21Damn, hol' on, huh (What?), fuck it, huh
0:22I gave her dick and she love it (Uh-huh)
0:25Ask that bitch what she want, she said, "Nothin'" (What you want?)
0:27Birkin bag on her back and she frontin'
0:28Birkin bag in the back 'cause she cap a lot
0:30I do drugs, I trap a lot (Hol' on)
0:32Bad bitch, fat ass and she laugh a lot (Wait)
0:34She be in the club, shake ass a lot (That's a fact)
0:36Don't send the addy 'cause we got the drop (Uh-huh)
0:38Came from the bottom, now we at the top
0:39Woah, huh, what, hah (Haha), I put my thumb in her, uh (That's a fact)
0:43I just been running it up (Run it up)
0:45I'm like a stitch in the cut, yuh (Uh-huh)
0:47Bro got a pound of the Runtz (Uh-uh, haha)
0:49And we smokin', not baggin' it up, yuh
0:51Woah, she stepped in the room with no clothes (Huh)
0:53Told her lean back, Fat Joe
0:55My body different, I could take your soul (Body different)
0:57Only two ways this could go (Go, hol' on)
0:59You know (You know), I like fast cars, nice clothes (Nice clothes)
1:02Oh no, my heart (Drip), so cold (So cold)
1:04Don't love me, let me go (Huh)
1:06Hol' on (Hol' on), step up (Step up)
1:08Jump in that water, get wet up (Wet up)
1:10I like her best friend better, huh
1:12Might let her tote my Beretta
1:13I know that you must heard, Sleepy never let up, huh
1:15I'm too hot, dawg, better catch up (Huh)
1:17Hol' on (Wait, wait), hol' on
1:19I'm too hot, dawg, better catch up (Wow)
1:21Pull up (Huh, what?), pop out (Ah)
1:23Don't got my Glock, you get knocked out (Yeah)
1:25Ride through the block with the top down (Yeah)
1:27I'ma clean 'em up, I brought the mop out (Facts)
1:28Ayy, wait (What?)
1:30Said they love me but I'm tryna see how
1:32Free my gang, got 'em up in the dog pound
1:34Ran it up, ain't no puttin' my dogs down
1:36(What? What?) Ran it up, ain't no puttin' my dogs down (Hol' on)
1:40(Ayy, ayy) Ran it up, ain't no puttin' my dogs down (Gang, gang)
1:46Tip toe, mm-mm, hol' on
1:51Walk on this shit
1:53You know how we rockin'
1:54(Gang, gang, gang, Sheff G, baow, Sheff G, Sheff G, gang)
1:57They know I'm too fat to tip toe
1:59Glock'll help you to rest, ain't no pillow
2:01Make me search for your house, this ain't Zillow
2:02Bullets sent from the Smith, ain't no Willow (Hol' on, wait)
2:05Did they just? (What?)
2:07Did they turn the beat off in this bitch? (Ooh)
2:09Spent that heat to your steam off in this bitch?
2:10Stay with brooms, 'bout to clean this type of shit
2:13Wait (Fuck you mean?), 'cause I'm feeling myself like I'm 'bout to beat off
2:17No homo, my Glock got a dick and I walk with a limp like I'm deformed (Huh)
2:21Shawty neck is too bomb (Huh), that's a C4 (Huh)
2:24Big pressure to dogs who oppose all of us (Huh)
2:27I got them big packs on me
2:28No bodybuilder, straps all around like a dyke is with us
2:31Baby so fire, yeah, that's how I bill her
2:33No domestic violence but I got to hit her
2:36I got (Ayy, too much, too much) too much sauce on they ass
2:38I was the class clown, used to laugh
2:41Wait, who them niggas? (Right there?)
2:42They tryna jump me, I called bro
2:43If he don't got it, then it's gang assault
2:45They tryna jump me, I called bro
2:47If he don't got it, then it's gang assault (Yeah, yeah)
2:51If he don't got it, then it's gang assault (Yeah)
2:53You know how we comin', 2020
2:56Yeah, brrt-bah
Ayy, uh Wait, wait, uh Wait, wait, wait, wait Hol' on, hol' on (Great John on the beat by the way, tip toe) Tip toe, hol' on Hol' on, hol' on, hol' on, huh Tip toe (Wait, wait), pockets on fat like a hippo (Hol' on) I turn your wife to a widow (Yeah) Bro just got blood on his new coat (That's a fact) Damn, hol' on, huh (What?), fuck it, huh I gave her dick and she love it (Uh-huh) Ask that bitch what she want, she said, "Nothin'" (What you want?) Birkin bag on her back and she frontin' Birkin bag in the back 'cause she cap a lot I do drugs, I trap a lot (Hol' on) Bad bitch, fat ass and she laugh a lot (Wait) She be in the club, shake ass a lot (That's a fact) Don't send the addy 'cause we got the drop (Uh-huh) Came from the bottom, now we at the top Woah, huh, what, hah (Haha), I put my thumb in her, uh (That's a fact) I just been running it up (Run it up) I'm like a stitch in the cut, yuh (Uh-huh) Bro got a pound of the Runtz (Uh-uh, haha) And we smokin', not baggin' it up, yuh Woah, she stepped in the room with no clothes (Huh) Told her lean back, Fat Joe My body different, I could take your soul (Body different) Only two ways this could go (Go, hol' on) You know (You know), I like fast cars, nice clothes (Nice clothes) Oh no, my heart (Drip), so cold (So cold) Don't love me, let me go (Huh) Hol' on (Hol' on), step up (Step up) Jump in that water, get wet up (Wet up) I like her best friend better, huh Might let her tote my Beretta I know that you must heard, Sleepy never let up, huh I'm too hot, dawg, better catch up (Huh) Hol' on (Wait, wait), hol' on I'm too hot, dawg, better catch up (Wow) Pull up (Huh, what?), pop out (Ah) Don't got my Glock, you get knocked out (Yeah) Ride through the block with the top down (Yeah) I'ma clean 'em up, I brought the mop out (Facts) Ayy, wait (What?) Said they love me but I'm tryna see how Free my gang, got 'em up in the dog pound Ran it up, ain't no puttin' my dogs down (What? What?) Ran it up, ain't no puttin' my dogs down (Hol' on) (Ayy, ayy) Ran it up, ain't no puttin' my dogs down (Gang, gang) Tip toe, mm-mm, hol' on Walk on this shit You know how we rockin' (Gang, gang, gang, Sheff G, baow, Sheff G, Sheff G, gang) They know I'm too fat to tip toe Glock'll help you to rest, ain't no pillow Make me search for your house, this ain't Zillow Bullets sent from the Smith, ain't no Willow (Hol' on, wait) Did they just? (What?) Did they turn the beat off in this bitch? (Ooh) Spent that heat to your steam off in this bitch? Stay with brooms, 'bout to clean this type of shit Wait (Fuck you mean?), 'cause I'm feeling myself like I'm 'bout to beat off No homo, my Glock got a dick and I walk with a limp like I'm deformed (Huh) Shawty neck is too bomb (Huh), that's a C4 (Huh) Big pressure to dogs who oppose all of us (Huh) I got them big packs on me No bodybuilder, straps all around like a dyke is with us Baby so fire, yeah, that's how I bill her No domestic violence but I got to hit her I got (Ayy, too much, too much) too much sauce on they ass I was the class clown, used to laugh Wait, who them niggas? (Right there?) They tryna jump me, I called bro If he don't got it, then it's gang assault They tryna jump me, I called bro If he don't got it, then it's gang assault (Yeah, yeah) If he don't got it, then it's gang assault (Yeah) You know how we comin', 2020 Yeah, brrt-bah
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